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soft green eyes, but as he moved to kiss her again, something made him pause. "What is it?"
    "Hmm?" She wouldn't look at him.
    "You want to say something."
    She bit her lower lip. "Um...."
    "Talk to me. Don't be afraid."
    Her body got tense again, and when she finally spoke, he barely heard her voice. "Let's go someplace more private."
    He nodded. "Okay." He knew what that meant when other girls said it, but Janie was mystifying.
    "I don't like having an audience."
    He smiled and gave her one more hot kiss—just for the hell of it—and then they left.
    ***
    Talk to me, he said . Don't be afraid, he said .
    But Jane was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if she admitted to him, or even to herself, what she wanted. She wanted him—all of him—but would never have him. Not really. So she would take what she could get. Even without knowing exactly what would happen, she wanted to take the chance.
    They drove to a quiet park near the campus, with no other cars and only a few people—couples making out in the dark. Austin turned off the engine and looked at her, his eyes glittering in the dark. The silence raised goose bumps on her skin, and she stiffened in her seat, twirling her hair around her fingers.
    Now you have to sleep with him. Her heart pounded out Sara's prediction. Have to? No. Want to? Big possibility.
    She looked around, trying to figure out if his Jeep had enough room to have sex in, but with his long arms and long legs, it looked pretty much impossible.
    "You're so cute when you're nervous." He leaned close, touching her rigid arm.
    "So are you." Oh good one, idiot.
    He laughed. "Mmm... a smart ass. I like that in a girl."
    His smile was just short of heaven, but his blue eyes promised all sorts of sin. What had she gotten herself into?
    She shoved the door open and jumped out of that suffocating Jeep. "Let's go for a walk."
    A cool breeze blew through her hair, and she took a deep breath. The moon rose over the horizon, casting a silver shimmer on their perfect night. She couldn't think of a thing to worry about.
    What about tomorrow , an annoying voice whispered in her head. Tomorrow doesn't matter. Enjoy now .
    Austin offered his hand and she took it, following him down a rocky path by the river. She walked beside him, leaning against his arm when the path got narrow. She wobbled a bit and he caught her.
    "Stupid heels."
    "Come here." He found a big rock and sat down with her between his legs, her back leaning against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Comfy?"
    "Yup." He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deep.
    She felt him relax. She couldn't remember him ever being so quiet, but she didn't worry. Wait... is he humming? Could Austin Sinclair be content? Is such a thing even possible?
    "Why do you hate your name?"
    Austin stiffened. So much for being content. Maybe she should've started with a less probing question.
    "It's my father's name." The night breeze carried his tense words away, and she leaned close to listen.
    "Oh." That couldn't be good.
    "My father is... not a nice guy."
    No, not good at all. "I understand."
    "He cheated on my mother. I don't know how many times. He finally left her for a pretty face half my mother's age." His voice got louder and picked up strength. "Cheated on her too. I think he's on wife number four now."
    "I see." He'd told her much more than she'd bargained for, but if he wanted to talk, she would listen.
    "I know you're thinking that I'm just like him." He let out a sigh. "I guess I am."
    His admission surprised her, and she couldn't believe he kept talking.
    "But I won't ever make the mistake of committing to one woman. I couldn't live with myself if I broke her heart... if someone got hurt." He said the words with conviction and a hint of something. Grief, perhaps?
    Should she point out the obvious? "And yet you're known as the campus heartbreaker."
    He chuckled. "How's that for irony? I never make promises I